Pact of Gods

Beguiling minds since ancient times,
Standing tall in the enlightened halls,
Brighter than the sun it shines.

Hope for many with great but frail walls,
Driving most in agony and pain,
Created for a world filled with falls.

They are shown as ones with no gain,
Only to give what one wants-
The falsehoods and hallucinations of a saint.

Myth is the ghost that haunts,
Entangling feeble faint feathered fact
With prejudice and superstition floating in the fonts.

Old Gods now relish the pact
With false saints and idols that remain intact.

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